trash the tags
night likes
the feel of flowers
my book is done
read on, read on
annihilate my cave
like any woman can
everything open
knees. eyes, lips.
my bones vanish
a dying art


Snooze button

Stealing time
brief, momentary dreaming
sandwiched between dawns
a loud herald once more
shattering day

irrational eggs for breakfast
speeding trains for lunch
through a head that insists
on flitting dangerously in the briers
a gracious sparrow, calling
now, now, now

I am tired of hearing
how you feel
everyone feels
he said
you are not special
except when you make that cake
the one
with orange and dark chocolate
and your tears